Interrogation Room

Skin Diamond pushes Asphyxia Noir back against the cold metal table. She shoves the ball gag between Asphyxia's lips and buckles it tight. Asphyxia's black hair sticks to her sweat-slicked cheek. Skin works the strap into Asphyxia's ass, slow and steady, making her moan through the rubber. The slap of leather on flesh echoes off the concrete walls. Asphyxia flips the script when Skin lets her guard down. She grabs Skin by the throat and bends her over the chair. Asphyxia yanks Skin's arms behind her back, ties her wrists with the same rope, then sinks two fingers into Skin's ass. Skin hisses against the intrusion. The two trade power like a knife between them. The door slams open. Guards pour in. Both women end up face-down on the floor, wrists lashed to their ankles, asses in the air. The men take turns. They fuck Skin's ass while Asphyxia watches, then switch. The gag stays in Asphyxia's mouth the whole time. Skin's wrists burn from the rope. Every thrust knocks them forward. They came looking for control and left dripping on the floor.